I am the father of a beautiful daughter. So I knew this would happen some time, but I didn't expect it to happen so soon. Apparently while I have been away at work, Alison has been seeing a young man by the name of Henry. This Henry character apparently has a few aliases, or street names, as the kids are saying these days, such as "H-Town", "H-Bomb", and "Big Bank Hank." Apparently he is quite the cool fellow.
Well, I came home from work early the other day, and this is what I see:
They are all over each other. Here they are in the heat of the moment (above)... and in the picture below my daughter is trying to check to see if he's got any chest hair.
You can tell by the look on Henry's face that he is horrified. There is nothing worse than being caught in a situation like this. "I thought you said your parents got home later," he seems to be saying. Well, we didn't get home later. We caught you.
Yes, the days of innocence are over. I vow to keep a shorter leash on my daughter, and I promise I will have a discussion with this boy's father.